To Thee My Thought Goes (Sonnet) Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

Your garment hangs here clear and clean, so blue,
And in the hook your belt-stone, blue and true;
The sight of them gives me illusions, dear,
That you're still ready for my nightly fear.
The night seems long and darker since you left,
For you I yearn and pine as if bereft.
Away and gone, you send me no message,
I wonder what you hinders, now of age.
I wish to find out what you thus delay,
I wish I could go there and with you stay;
I pace the tower restless in mood grey,
For fear that you will from me stray away.
Alas one day's like three long months, my dear,
Without you here in sight, or close and near.

July 29th,2011.

Loosed based on a ballad("郑风 子衿")from a Chinese classic: The Book of Songs[Shī Jīng ].